The punch just now was very different. He had a feeling, a "hot" feeling. He had successfully "stored" the punch just now and released it. If his feelings were right, then we should look at the power of the so-called "Six Styles". Moreover, there is still a need to collect the insect cores that the bullets rushed into.

Hello!

Zhongzheng wanted to reach out to grab him, and he was really not in a hurry, and the other party's speed was too fast.

This idiot!

"Prepare for the fight!"

Here!

Wang Ling rushed into the building that was tilted and could collapse at any time. Then, under the cover of gravel, he saw the bullet bug whose body was still shaking and trying to stand up.

Wang Ling's punch was very clever, and he had been practicing hard for many days. At this moment, it was a coincidence. An unconscious punch did hit the vital part of the insect, which directly made it lose its ability to resist. This was the second coincidence.

Wang Ling broke through the bullet worm's head and then took out the insect nucleus. Just as he stood up and was about to leave, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly one wall was knocked down, and then a thick body like a bucket swept in.

Damn it, it's a worm!

At this moment, Wang Ling did not hesitate at all, as if he was guessed by a cat with his tail, instantly mobilized the power in his body, and rushed out as quickly as possible.

Whoosh, there was a phantom behind him.

not good,

He turned his head slightly, then raised his right hand, and then heard a thump, as if a steel whip was whipping on the iron plate.

Wang Ling felt that a huge force was unstoppable from his arm, and then he was pulled out directly, flew out six or seven meters away before turning around and falling to the ground.

"Don't shoot!" The first thing Wang Ling did when he stood up was to stop the "scavengers" led by Zhong Zheng not far away, and to stop the possible attacks they would carry out next, because that would most likely attract the anger of the worm that had fallen into a state of madness.

Hu, Hu, Yue Zhongxian's breathing was already very rapid, and sweat appeared on his cheeks.

"Tian!" He suddenly roared, and then the bald strong man who had no one noticed just now appeared behind a pile of rocks, holding a silver metal pole in his hand, about three feet long, and then threw the metal pole at Yue Zhongxian from the air.

The metal pole turned into a silver light in the air. Yue Zhongxian reached out and held the pole in his hand. Then there was a crack sound, and a pointed tip popped out of one end of the pole, which was extremely sharp.

The gun, the artifact in his hand, was actually a gun, but the gun was a little short, even the gun head was only four feet long.

However, after Yue Zhongxian had this gun in his hand, his aura was indeed completely different from what he had just happened. At this time, he seemed to be a peerless general who could capture the head of the enemy camp among thousands of troops and horses, as if he was taking objects at the head of the enemy camp. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!